I dreamed I was helping a friend move furniture from some rooms to others.
After a while the friend turned into a former boss, who somehow had accrued enough furniture to fill a warehouse. He owned the warehouse, too. The work was way too much for me, for my back, and for the whole MS thing.
Then, when I was just about done, the whole scene turned into a furniture store. I began to assist customers, when I noticed that I had removed my shoes while moving the furniture.
When I searched for the shoes, I found many, many shoes, all lined up on a wall.
Mine weren't there. I checked around and found out that the area that held my shoes had become a shoe store.
They had sold my shoes. The clerk showed me the copy of the bill of sale. They had gotten $17.99 for them, worn and all. I had paid $32.00, originally.
The shoes were spike heels, so I figured I wouldn't miss them. On the other hand, I still needed the money back to buy a new pair of shoes.